I love being a massage therapist. It’s killing me. Now what?
Okay, so I’ve been dealing with pain and dysfunction for a while. I finally went to a neurologist/chiropractor. He had me x-rayed and I need a new hip. The other one is looking a bit rough, too. We haven’t even got to my knee yet. I’m in the process of applying for my state’s Medicaid. If you thought massage therapists made a lot of money, then you believe those adverts for massage schools. Most massage therapists have second jobs, spouses with higher paying careers, or live like monks. This is not a career for people who want to live a swank lifestyle. Unless you’re a machine, work at a high end spa, or exploit other therapists to make money for you. It’s a physically demanding job. I love it.
I’ve worked on clients with spinal cord injuries. Recently, I got to work on a wheelchair bound pregnant woman who trains service dogs with her husband. That was a lovely experience. I also have large clients with mobility issues. I’ve had to sooth emotionally fragile people, while working on their guarded bodies. This is not an easy gig. I can’t say how many times I’ve considered quitting. Having to deal with difficult clients, co-workers, and doing it all with a serene, smile. It’s been so long since I’ve had a vacation. Now, I can’t even plan anything till after I get a new hip. I can’t walk any distance. Pain is exhausting.
So, if I can’ massage anymore. I always have my art. That will keep me well fed. Hahahahaha! Why not?
I am fortunate to have a few, good friends who are like family. They’re the ones who rally behind me when everyone else is watching and waiting for me to fail. I’m a stubborn person who has a hard time asking for help. I’ve tried to keep going without complaint, but after seeing the x-rays of my hip. Good grief! It’s not going to get better with supplements, stretching and strength training. I wonder how much damage I caused by trying to work it out. Oh, well. Just another lesson is surrender and gratitude. Do you think I could have picked a smoother path to enlightenment? I decided on the steep, rough one. Where obnoxious, insult slinging rodents pop out now and again to remind me what an idiot I am. I’m still moving forward. Just a lot slower, now.